A few days later Gael arrived at work, ready for her trip. Her hair was dyed, appropriately blonde, almost platinum in color, which was more than appropriate for a girl who reminded me a woman from a noir film, and it was a lovely color that was quite different from her normal dark brown hair. Wearing a blue form-fitting dress that complimented her hour glass figure, her curvy hips and full breast, her newly dyed hair down and flowing over her bare shoulders, she exuded an atmosphere of coolness and exquisite beauty. Yes, she was going to look good on our flight. I called her into my office that morning to discuss a few matters. I did notice, however, that she was not wearing her necklace with the pearl pendent. Perhaps she was simply worried about traveling to a foreign country with such an expensive item.
“I hope you are prepared for the trip. There are many things we are going to have to do while there.”
“Yes.” Her voice was short and curt and bitchy. It was a contradiction to her sultry dress.
“Is there a problem?”
“Yes. There is a problem. My husband is furious. He does not understand how I can be so committed to this business, all at the expense of our marriage, and our anniversary. We both had been looking forward to this for a long time now.”
I lowered my voice. “You said you would take care of this. This now sounds like a problem. I don’t like problems, Gael.”
“We had a fight. It was not nice. And now I won’t be there to try to straighten things out with him. And I really do not know how long we will be gone. You never gave me a definite time. You never do. How the hell am I supposed…”
I interrupted her. “Well, that is simply the way it is, Gael. You should know that by now.”
She said nothing more and ran her hand through her blond hair and looked around my office, as if trying to find something to distract her from the moment. “Do you understand Gael?”
She was quiet. “Do you Gael?” I let her hear the anger in my voice, a level of anger she had not heard before, a level of anger I only show under special circumstances.
She let out a deep breath. “Yes.” She was bitchy. “I know. Still, it is hard.”
I stared at her coldly for at least a minute, without emotion, and without saying a word. I could see her becoming quite uncomfortable, as she sensed something had changed, as if she felt the shift in my approach to her. Finally, I spoke: “We will be leaving later this afternoon. So come here around five. Don’t be late. Ever. ”
She paused for a moment, looking down at her feet, and then back at me. “Alright. Yes. Five.”
After Gael left, I got on the phone to my secretary. “Yes, Carol, get me Giovanni. Yes, Florence. Yes, tell him it is important. Of course, immediately. Tell him there has been a change. Thank you.”
When we finally left the office it was dark. We took my car, a classic Aston Martin DB7, and drove through the city streets, crowded with the traffic of all those heading homeward, or whatever destinations they were planning. The various and colorful lights of the city stores and buildings were reflected on the wet pavement, and this gave me a good distraction from Gael’s moody silence. We then passed a busy intersection where a strip mall and shopping mall stared at each other from the opposite side of the road, as if in some sort of standoff for business. A sign on our right directed us to the airport. I had stopped at the red light for a few moments, sitting there in complete silence, and when the light turned green I continued straight on.
Gael perked up. “Wait, isn’t that the turn for the airport?”
“We are not going to the airport. There has been a change of plans.”
“What? What do you mean a change of plans. Aren’t we going to Italy?”
“No. Things have changed.”
“Changed? What do you mean! I was looking forward to this.”
“Were you? That is too bad. This is a business thing, Gael. It is not a pleasure trip.”
Gael became quiet for a few moments, staring out the passenger side window. “So, where are we going then?”
“You will find out.”
We drove for well over an hour and Gael did not say another word. We had passed through the city limits, and after a few turns we now found ourselves on some winding country road. Unfortunately, we could not see the scenery in the dark, as the scenery in this areas was quite beautiful, with rolling hills and mountains in the distant background, dotted here and there by a few expensive, older homes, some old farms with livestock grazing in the large pastures. There was much old money in this area. After some more twists and turns, a few hills that needed to be climbed and crested, we finally came upon our final destination: a large, red brick Georgian style manor house, sitting up on a hill, surrounded by tall, thick oak trees and vast, spacious acreage. It was not so elaborate as to attract attention, but it was elaborate enough to stir the imagination. It had the appearance of mid nineteenth century Southern plantation.
I made the turn onto the long driveway. Gael sat up towards the windshield and stared intently at the home. “What is this? Where are we?”
“Virginia. We are in a place that few other people know about. This is my other office. It is my special office. This is where I teach my assistants how to finally be my assistants. And it is clear, from what you recently told me about your husband, and your attitude today, that you need more training. This will be the place of your final training, my dear. Your future will be sealed here, for better or for worse.”
“Oh.” Gael looked at the house a bit incredulously, but also with an air of curiosity, even excitement. “How long will we be here?”
“As long as it takes.”
We drove up a long driveway, lined on each sides by tall evergreen pine trees. I parked my car and we walked up a long flight of stairs to the front door. Since it was a warm, early summer night, we left our light coats in the car. The windows on each side of the door glowed with light from behind their curtains. The front door itself was large, painted black and with an elaborate, golden door knob. I unlocked it, and we went inside. The inside the house was spacious, but not gaudy or exotic. We were met by a white stairwell leading up to the second floor, and rooms on both sides. We went into the room on the left side. A fire was already burning in the fireplace, and on the walls a few paintings hung, landscapes of mountains, or ocean vistas. The furniture was comfortable, somewhat spartan but still functional and ordered. It reflected discipline: a white couch, two brown leather chairs, and a cherry wood coffee table. An antique, square grand piano was nicely and proportionally positioned between the two windows of the side wall. I don’t know why it was there, since I could not play it. I suppose it just looked good. On the coffee table were a few large books, mostly on art and architecture. A redwood bookshelf reaching nearly to the ceiling was filled with other books. On the couch was Jennifer, dressed in a cream colored silk robe that flowed over her thighs and matching, lace trim silk panties.
Despite her hippie like nature, Jennifer still liked expensive things. What girl doesn’t? Gael’s eyes lit up with jealous anger. “Who the fuck is this?”
“This is Jennifer. She will be an instrument of your training.” Gael glared at her. Jennifer got up and walked over to Gael and hugged her, a one-sided hug as Gael remained motionless, but a hug nevertheless. “It is so nice to meet you. I have heard a lot about you. All good things.”
Gael stepped back, looked at me, and looked at Jennifer, and did not say a word.
“Get me a drink, will you, Jennifer.”
“Oh yes, sir. The normal?”
“Yes”
“And what about her?” She walked over to Gael and touched her hair. Gael pushed her hand away.
I sat on a leather chair and looked over at Gael. “Do you want anything?”
Gael shook her head. “No. Just get me some water.”
Jennifer disappeared into the hallway and into another room, and Gael looked at me, the anger in her eyes intense, and she thrusted her hands, palms upward, out towards me.
“What the fuck is going on here? Who is that bitch? We were supposed to be going to Italy, and now we are in this…” Gael looked around the room. “Shit, in this I do not know what it is!”
I straightened my tie a bit around the collar. I was, of course, dressed in my business attire, as I enjoyed being well dressed in all situations, and in the appropriate attire, and since this was a business situation, I was dressed appropriately: a pair of dark grey slacks, a white oxford shirt, and a light blue tie. When I find the perfect look for me, why change perfection? My only alterations were in the shade of color of the slacks and tie. The shirt was always white and always oxford. Always. And of course, my cufflinks were of solid, 18k gold “This is a business trip Gael. It was always a business trip. You need to better separate your emotions in all this.”
Jennifer returned with two glasses, one, a small crystal tumbler engraved with an elaborate, almost snowflake like pattern on the bottom and filled about a quarter with bourbon, and the other, a tall crystal glass filled with Perrier carbonated water for Gael. That glass had straight lines running down the sides. She handed the glass to her, and Gael took it, vigorously, without saying a word. I took my glass, admiring the delicate play of the light brown bourbon inside its carefully crafted pattern, and raised my voice. “Where are your manners, Gael. Thank Jennifer.”
Gael glared at her and remained silent for a few seconds. “Oh, thank you, honey.”
Jennifer smiled. “Oh, thank you!” She then kissed Gael on the cheek, and as she did Gael pulled back.
“What? Don’t touch me, cunt.”
“You said she is a feisty one, didn’t you!” Jennifer giggled as she touched my shoulder. “I like feisty!” She then went over to the couch, and sat down, and as she did her silk robe opened enough to reveal her small, lovely breasts, small yet round and full and pert and extremely kissable. She opened her legs a bit to reveal the loveliness of what lay behind them, the imprint of her hidden parts and mons Veneris slightly visible. You could tell she did not shave there, at my command, as I enjoyed a woman in all her natural beauty. She did not care. She was carefree like that. Gael just stood there, still taking in the situation.
“Have a seat Gael.” She took a sip of her water, looked at me for a second, still taking in what was happening, and as I stared at her, cooly and silently, she walked over to a leather chair. “No, on the couch. I want you to sit on the couch. Next to Jennifer.” She hesitated, looked at Jennifer who was twirling her hair with her fingers, and then back at me. “Do it, Gael.” She silently walked over and sat on the couch, crunched up as close to the armrest as possible, and as far from Jennifer as possible. She took another sip of her water, looking down, as if ashamed of what was going on.
“Now Gael, we have a serious problem here. It is a business problem. And we are not going to solve this business problem.”
“What?”
“Well Gael, you said that your husband would not be a problem, and now it appears that this has become a problem. This disappoints me, and I told you, once before, that you are not to disappoint me. You see Gael, when I am disappointed, I become upset, and when one of my employees, someone in whom I have invested and trusted, disappoints me, well, there will be consequences. Serious and sever consequences.”
Gael took a bigger sip of her water, looking at me above the rim of the glass, saying nothing. I could see the beginnings of concern in her eyes. Finally she started, “I know…its just that…”
“Tonight you are to speak only when you are spoken to, Gael. Do not interrupt me. Understand?”
Jennifer quickly chimed in, “Yeah, keep your mouth shut, bitch.” Gael looked down, then up at me, and at Jennifer, and nodded her head.
“Now, there will be consequences. The first of which, is that I am going to reduce your salary to your pre-assistant, entry level.”
Gael nearly dropped the glass when she heard that. “No, wait, you can’t do that, please…”
“I can do anything I want Gael. And it has already been done. Next time you check your bank account you will find just what I can do with you.”
“He sure can!” Jennifer laughed. Gael glared at her.
Gael put the glass down. “But, no, we are buying a new house. And I need that salary to do this!”
“That is not my problem Gael. Besides, I am sure your husband will feel less emasculated once you are back to an income level that suits him. After all, no man, no real man, wants his wife to make more than he does.” I took a sip of my bourbon and laughed.
Gael put the glass of water on the coffee table and her eyes began tearing up. She shook. “Please, sir, you cannot do this. Please. I am sorry for my behavior. I promise I will do better, really. I know I have been difficult. It is just hard…”
“It is too late Gael, once I have been disappointed, that cannot be undone.”
“Oh god, no, I can’t believe this is happening,” she put her head in her hands, “One minute we were about to go to Italy, and now, this.” She started sobbing. Jennifer reached over and rubbed her on the shoulder. “What can I do to make this up? Anything. I will do anything sir. Please. I really love my job and working for you and I really love…” She trailed off before she revealed too much. She knew her emotions were beginning to carry her away.
“Well Gael,” I got up from my chair and walked over to the bookshelf, still holding my glass of bourbon. I took another sip and looked around the room. “You know Gael, this is an interesting house. Yes, it was in fact an old plantation house, as the owner was an old, blue-blooded Virginian whose family could be traced back nearly to Jamestown. He grew tobacco and was prominent in overseas shipping and owned many slaves. The British loved his tobacco. He became an officer in the Confederacy, and fought under Lee. Towards the end of the war, as Lee was retreating, this house, being in an important strategic position, was taken over by some Union officers, and they stayed there for a few years, and then later it became the property of a prominent US official, placed here by the government to keep an eye on Virginia. Later on, after Reconstruction, a wealthy NY industrialist and financier bought it, and then eventually and after a long and secret history, it wound up in my hands.”
Gael wiped the tears from her eyes. “And?”
“So there is quite the history to this place. And it is dark history. The original owner, after he returned from the war, found his freed slaves gone and his wife maddened after the death of her two small children from typhus. As I said, Union officers were now living here, and the camp for the general troops was a few miles down the road, and there were rumors, and perhaps that is all it is, but rumors of what his wife did to get through these tough times.” I picked up a book from the shelf, and looked at the cover, A Hidden History of the Post Bellum South. Yes, it is said that she engaged in what would be considered at the time quite the depraved behavior. Totally unacceptable to proper southern women. It is said that when he found out what his wife had done, he took his life and hers. Tragic really. Such a happy family destroyed by ravages of war.” I walked over to her and gently caressed her hair. “No one really knows though, but can you imagine, Gael, any woman doing such depraved things?”
Gael looked up at me and asked, in a curious and almost innocent way, but feigning only innocence, “Depraved? What do you mean by depraved?”
I walked over to Jennifer and kissed her, “Sexually depraved Gael. Unspeakable things. Forbidden acts. Things proper and respectable women, especially at that time in the old South, simply did not do.”
“Oh…” Gael picked up her glass and took another sip of water.
Jennifer moved a little closer to her, “Yeah, can you imagine.” She then whispered as she grabbed her hand. “I bet she turned into quite the slut.”
“And what has this to do with me, and my work situation?” Gael had begun to gather herself. The tears had dried up.
“Come, let me show you something.” I put my glass down on the coffee table, took her by the hand and led her to the hallway, Jennifer following us. Beneath the long and elaborate white stairwell there was a rather inconspicuous door. It was locked. I took a key chain with multiple keys out of my pocket, unlocked it, opened the door, and led her down a dark stairway, and when we got to the bottom we reached another door, and this one was also locked, and I unlocked that one with another key from the key chain, and this opened into a long hallway, dark and dimly lit, arched and lined with white painted bricks and at the other end of the hall was yet again another door, in front of which was black iron grate with an elaborately crafted grill, clearly made from the hands of a skilled blacksmith, with large swirling patters near the top and bottom. It was all held together by a large, heavy bolt. Again, taking another key from the key chain, I unlocked this, moved the heavy bolt, opened the grate, which took a bit of muscle, opened the door, and when we went through that door we entered a space few people had seen or experienced. I found the light switch on the wall and flipped it on.
Gael gasped put her hand to her mouth. “Oh God, what is this?”
“This, Gael, will be the instrument of your punishment, your training, and your final submission. You will be here as long as I see fit.”
Before Gael, in a rather large brick room, lighted by both electric lamps and wax candles, lay a variety of devices: a wooden table, a swing hanging from the ceiling, and at the back of the room, a wooden cross in an X formation. On the wall hung various whips and chains, handcuffs and rider crops and ropes and other devices and instruments of both pain and pleasure and submission. A small basket filled with unpeeled ginger was sitting on the floor.
I picked up a box of wooden matches. “It is said that this room has been in use from the time the house was built,” I said as I walked about lighting various candles, “and that the master used to discipline his slaves here, especially his female slaves.” I walked over to the table and ran my hand along its smooth beech surface. “Now that was abominable, given that the slaves did not have a choice. Even that is too much for me. I am, after all, a Yankee from the North, and if I had been alive them, I would have fought for the Union. But after the war the room continued to have its uses, and it is said the wife entertained the Union troops here, or rather they entertained her. Later on, decades really, the friends of the wealthy NY industrialist would come here to gather, have parties, and engage in more depraved acts. This place was especially busy in the 1920s. A totally degenerate decade, you know.”
Gael scanned the room. “How do you know all this?”
I walked over to the wall, put the matches down on a bench, and took a black, hoarse riding crop whip from a hook. “I knew the grandson of the NY businessman. He took me here when I was younger, and showed me. He was too old at the time to do much, but he liked me and wanted me to know about this place. He wanted to keep the tradition alive.” I ran my fingers though the lashes on the whip. “He taught me many things really. His stories. And he took me to some of those same gathering and parties. Not here, but back in NY. And so I eventually bought the house. I could not pass up owning such a wonderful and historically important place.” I lightly lashed the table with the whip. “Man, the stories he would tell about the society that used to gather here! You would be shocked at some of the people that engaged in depraved acts. Extremely wealthy. Famous. Powerful. Household names, many, still to this day. It is a world that exists, but few know about. Money buys it and money allows you to enter it.”
“Oh yes, it is such a dark history.” Jennifer ran her hand through Gael’s hair. “You do like dark things, don’t you, honey?”
“And now, my dear,” I said as I again hit the whip against the table, this time with much more force. “Now, you are about to become part of that tradition.”
Gael gasped, and when she did Jennifer hugged her from behind. “Don’t worry, my love, I had to become part of that tradition too. It is sooo worth it. Trust me.”
“But…but…” Gael was struggling for words.
“And now Gael, take your clothes off.” I paused and looked at her and then Jennifer. “No, rather, Jennifer, why don’t you undress her.” Gael stepped back, a look of horror on her face, but she could only step back towards a brick wall that had no escape. And yet beneath the look of shock and horror, there was also a slight hint of excitement, and anticipation.
“Oh yes, I would love that!” Jennifer said with her girlish eagerness. She walked over to Gael and ran her hand down her back. “Oh, this is a really nice dress! May I?” Gael remained motionless. Her shock at what was happening, and about to happen, had clearly overcome her. Jennifer took her by the shoulders, turned her so that I had a good angle of what was happening, and began to undo the zipper, slowly and carefully revealing the smooth white skin of her back beneath the dress, her black bra, the small of her back, and finally ending with a hint her panties. I sat on the beech table, one foot on the floor, and watched. Gael stood completely still, quiet, clearly trying to absorb what was now happening to her, but instead of releasing her bitch shield, and resisting, she relaxed her shoulders and let Jennifer slide the dress down her body.
She lowered her head. “Yes, I do deserve this. I have been a bitch far too often,” she softly said.
Jennifer slapped her cheek. “Yes, you have been a total cunt. And you made his life difficult. Don’t you know you can’t make the life of the big boss difficult. Bitch.”
Once the dress was off, Gael was now in nothing but a pair of lacy black panties and bra. “Oh, I love those! How cute!” Jennifer looked up and down her body. She stood behind Gael, and looked at me over her shoulder. “Should I take them off now, sir? Yes, I think I should.” And with that she undid Gael’s bra and slipped her panties down her thighs and Gael easily stepped out of them, and when she did, Jennifer kissed her on the cheek and cupped her breasts and gently turned Gael’s face towards her and softly kissed her on the lips. “What now, sir? What shall we do to her?”
I put the whip down and took a rider crop from the wall and walked towards the both of them. “Patience, Jennifer, patience. There will be time for everything. We are not in a rush here.” I tapped the crop against the palm of my hand and studied it. “Yes, this is quite nice. I can imagine all those old Virginia aristocrats using these very same rider crops on their horses.” I then slapped Gael on the ass with it. “You are suddenly very quiet, my dear.”
“Yes sir,” Gael whispered.
“Mmmmm…well perhaps you are learning. We will find out.” I put the crop down on the table, walked close to her and whispered in her ear: “So Gael, have you ever done anything, forbidden, with another girl…” Gael said nothing. I walked back over to the wall and took a rope curled up in a circle. “Well, we will find out, won’t we, my dear?”
She looked at me, again saying nothing, but her look was one of fear and excitement.
“Gael. Answer me. We will find out, won’t we?”
“Yes, yes sir.” Her voice was quiet and submissive.
“Yes, yes sir to what? That you have played with other girls, or that we will now find out.” I unraveled the rope. “Well, it does not really matter now. One way or another we will find out. Now it is time to begin the next stage of your training.”
I took Gael’s hands, tied them together, and lifted and bound them to a harness that was hanging from the ceiling, so that she was nearly dangling from the ground, her arms straight up. She was facing away from the table and the collection of whips and other items of submission on the wall. Her smooth, lithe body looked quite lovely in such a submissive position. I then took a collar from the wall and tied it around her neck, and on the collar was attached a ball gag. I took the gag into my hands and whispered in her ear. “This will be used when you get too mouthy, and that is a consistent problem of yours, bitch.” I slapped her on the cheek.
I walked back over to the wall and lifted another whip, a black leather cat o’ nine tails whip. “Yes, I think we will begin with this one. I like it better than the other.” I slapped it on the table, hard.
Gael turned her head sharply at the sound. “What the fuck…”
“I told you, my dear, that you are not to speak unless permitted, do you understand?” I then slapped her ass with the whip. Hard.
“Owww, shit! Yes. I understand, sir!” Her entire body writhed. I loved the sight.
“Now, Gael, I have one important thing I must say to you, and your answer will determine your future in my business, and in my overall orbit.”
She looked at me with watery eyes.
“You are free to leave now if you want. I will untie you, and you can leave. I will even have Jennifer drive you home. But if you do that, you are not to return to work tomorrow. No, there will be no job in my business anymore for you, and we will never see each other again.”
Gael shook her head.
“But if you want to accept your punishment here, and what is about to happen, and all that will happen tonight–and you must trust my judgement on all this, my skills and methods for this, the last stage of your training–then there will be a future for you in my business, and in my life. Understand?”
A few tears trickled down her cheeks. “Yes, yes sir. I understand. I have been bad. I need to be punished. I deserve it. I want to learn everything you can teach me. Yes, I know you are right.”
“So you want to stay. You accept all this?”
“Yes. I want to stay. Yes, I accept what you are about to do. I’m afraid, but I know this is necessary.”
I kissed her. “Good. Trust me, my dear, you answered correctly. Now, it is time to begin.”
I walked around her, carefully eyeing her, shaking the whip with my hand. I slapped her legs. She squirmed. Then her ass. She screamed. I eyed her. I said nothing. I continued to walk around her. Slowly and deliberately, examining her, studying her. Her eyes went from mine to the whip. I hit her ass again. Then again. Her body twitched and trembled. It was quite lovely, she was quite lovely, her body reacting as it was, undulating with soft, fluid motions, like small waves flowing ashore. I then whipped her thighs. “You are now a fucking problem of mine, Gael.” I slapped her breasts. “I don’t want problems, Gael.” I looked over to Jennifer who had her hand down her panties.
“Sir, I promise, I will be good…” Her voice had an air of desperation.
I walked up to her with the whip and then took the red ball gag in my hand. “I told you to shut the fuck up, Gael. A good personal assistant of mine knows when to talk and when to shut up.” I then put the gag in her mouth, walked behind her, and whipped her ass again. She screamed through the gag. Her ass was now bright red. I massaged it with my hands. “You are going to be trained well.” I walked around more and more, a slow circle of deliberate dominance, whipping her various parts, sometimes slowly, sometimes with rapid strokes, watching her squirm and buck, at times massaging her disciplined, soft flesh with my hands, listening to her moans and cries and screams, screams which were mixture of both intense pleasure and pain, watching her eyes water up, her eyes becoming more and more lost in a world into which she had never ventured before, a world of intense pain and pleasure. “Are you learning, my dear?”
Gael slowly nodded her head. Her breathing was heavy through the gag.
“Good.” I walked over to the wall and took another item, this time a riding crop with a feather on the end. I handed it to Jennifer. “Perhaps she could use a little bit softness now, my dear.”
Jennifer took the crop and looked at both ends. “Oh yes, but I would like to whip her too. Can I do that?”
“Not now. Perhaps later. You know what to do next.”
“Yes, yes sir.” Jennifer walked over to Gael and began gently massaging her with the feather. She ran it up over her legs and thighs and stomach and over her breasts and then around her back and over her ass, and as she did she kneeled down behind her and kissed her ass, her lovely ass, and I could hear Gael moan through the gag. Jennifer then yanked her around and kissed her stomach, and then downward, and said, “Oh dear, you do have a pretty pussy.” And she kissed Gael’s vagina, gently on the outer lips, and a small kiss. She then stood up and ran her hand up between Gael’s thighs and over vagina, running her finger between the lips, and she turned to me and said, “Oh, she is already so wet sir!” She put the finger in her mouth. “Mmm…and she tastes so good too!”
“Yes, I know, she does have a wonderful taste.” I opened a bottle of Perrier that was stored in a box and took a long sip. “I hope you are not thirsty, Gael.”
Jennifer stood back and admired Gael. “I think you have scored a ten here, sir. She is really a precious thing. Really beautiful. Just look at those breasts.” She cupped and squeezed each one, then kissed them, biting the nipples, pulling on them. “Oh, I have a real treat for her.” She walked over to the wall and took two nipple clamps, bright silver and connected with a silver chain, and looked at me. “May I?”
“Yes. She needs that.”
She attached the clamps to Gael’s nipples, and then attached the chain between them to the collar around her neck. I walked over to admire the sight: Gael, hanging from the ceiling, her arms straight up, a ball gag in her mouth, her neck collared and the collar attached to a chain which was attached to two nipple clamps. The reddened skin on her thighs and stomach and ass only created a wonderful, colorful vision of forbidden erotic pleasure. I could see the moisture between her legs. Her eyes were watery and soft, a bit delirious. Her breathing and moans were muffled but still audible through the ball gag. “Yes, that is nice. You are now starting to look like a good personal assistant, my dear.” I slapped Gael’s face on the left check and turned to Jennifer. “Isn’t she?”
“Oh yes, she is.” Jennifer then slapped her on the right cheek.
I went back over to the table and sat on it, taking another sip from the Perrier bottle. “Eat her.”
“Oh, thank you, SIR!”
At that Jennifer began kissing her, her neck, her breasts, downward to her stomach, and downward, as she knelt in front of Gael. She kissed her thighs, and then her vulva, Gael’s beautiful vulva, running her fingers through her slightly trimmed brown V shaped bush, and kissing all around it. She then spread her lips, and kissed her deep between them, and as she did Gael squirmed some more, moving her hips, head titled back, her already foggy eyes rolled back, her soft moans barely audible through the ball gag. I watched, intently, as Jennifer buried her face deeper into her vulva, and it became harder to see as Jennifer’s long blonde hair obscured what was a most beautiful sight. I felt myself becoming more aroused, as the whipping of Gael had already turned me on. I decided to exert stoic discipline though, so I simply let my hardening penis remain trapped within the prison of my pants. It would come out, eventually, but not now.
As Jennifer enjoyed her loving treatment of Gael, I decided to add something more, so I walked over to the wall, where there was a small box containing some fun devices, one of which was a big wand vibrator. I took it and handed it to Jennifer. “Here, use this on her.” Jennifer looked at it, and her eyes lit up. Her lips were moist with Gael’s juices, and I could not resist kissing her. “Mmmmm….she does taste good tonight, doesn’t she.”
“Oh yes. I love how she tastes. And this is going to be fun!” She held the vibrator and looked up at Gael, “Isn’t it, honey?”
I don’t think Gael even noticed, as her head was still tilted back and her eyes closed in a dreamy state. She opened them immediately though when Jennifer first put the buzzing instrument on her vagina. Once again her body writhed but this time she spread her legs a bit as she obviously enjoyed the sensation. “Oh, she likes that!” Jennifer’s eyes were filled with excitement.
I kissed Jennifer again. “Oh yes, she does.”
Jennifer looked down at my obviously aroused state. “And I see you do too, sir!” She gripped me through my pants and squeezed. “I can’t wait for this!”
I walked away. “In time, my dear, in time.”
Jennifer then stood up, running the vibrator all over Gael, whispering as she did, “This is such a fun toy, isn’t it? I like toys. Do you like toys?” She kissed Gael on the cheek. “If you don’t, you will after tonight. We have so many fun toys to play with here.” She then returned the device to its intended target, Gael’s sensitive vagina. And she kept it there, bent over in front of Gael, running the vibrator all over her while she kissed her breasts around the clamps, and then finally, in a moment of irresistible temptation, she bent down again in front of her. “Oh, I need to taste…I’m so hungry…” She then buried her face again between Gael’s thighs, tasting her now and then while using the vibrator, and she did this until Gael, writhing and shaking in a most violent way, but still constrained by the ropes and mouth gag, burst out in an explosive orgasm. Her whole body moved back and forth and around, swerving from the ceiling harness, as if trying to escape and let the waves of pleasure take their natural course, her arms shaking, and Jennifer grabbed her hips to steady her, and kissed her stomach and stood up and looked over at me. “Oh sir, I think she has felt some of that sweet pleasure we women love to feel.”
Jennifer then stood up and took the ball in her fingers and looked at me. “May I, sir?”
“Yes, you may.”
She then took the ball out of Gael’s mouth and kissed her on the lips, a long and sensual kiss and as she did I noticed the slight hint of their tongues dancing with each other. Jennifer looked back at me. “I think, sir, that she has indeed played with at least one girl before, if not more. That is my professional opinion.” She giggled.
Gael let out a deep, exhaustive sigh, and moaned and said in a dreamy way, “Oh god….what…what is happening to me….”
I walked over to her, and her eyes met mine, as if we had not seen each other in ten years, and as they did her eyes welled up with tears. “I’m so sorry, sir, I know I have been bad. I know I have not met your standards. I promise it will never happen again.” I kissed her and began to remove the collar and nipple clamps from her.
“Are you really, sorry? Dear. I am not so sure.” I undid the ropes from her hands and harness and she fell into my arms, exhausted. Jennifer held her head and stroked her hair. I then put her on the table, face down. “I am not sure you are so sorry, dear. Perhaps you are just saying that.” I took the rope and looked at Jennifer and she knew her task and she held Gael’s feet together and bent her calves towards her back. I then proceeded to tie her feet together at her ankles. The knot was firm and tight. I got another thread of rope, and then I took her hands, bound them together, and tied them to the rope on her feet, and Gael’s was effectively bound, most submissive as both hands and both feet were bound together behind her as she lay on her stomach.
“I think we need to add a bit more medicine, Gael. Don’t we?” I looked over the Jennifer. “Get the ginger, my dear.”
“Oh god, I have been waiting for this one.”
Jennifer ran over to the basket of ginger on the floor, got a piece of the root and handed it to me. I examined it, making sure it was a good and appropriate piece. “Yes, this is good.” I looked at Gael who had a confused look on her face. “Ginger, Gael. Yes, this seemingly pleasant root used for tasty cookies is a most effective and painful instrument of a bitchy girl’s punishment. Don’t you think, Jennifer.”
“You had to use it on me more than once. Now you don’t need to use it anymore.” She laughed her wicked little laugh I so enjoyed hearing.
“Prepare her.”
“Yes sir.”
Jennifer crawled behind Gael, and Gael turned her head, wondering what she was doing, but she could only turn her head so far, being bound that way, so whatever Jennifer was about to do she could not see, but only feel. I stood in front of Gael, my hard penis struggling to get out of my pants. Gael, unable to see behind her, was now staring intently at what was inside my pants.
“What…what is she going to do…”
I reached down and grabbed her panties and shoved them in her mouth. “I told you to shut up. You still need to learn, I see.”
“Oh yes, she does!” Jennifer stood behind Gael, using a small knife to peel the ginger. Then, once peeled, she moved closer to her ass. She held up the ginger, now peeled in the shape of butt plug. “Shall I, sir?”
“Yes. Begin. Make sure she is ready. This is an important procedure, and must be done with industry specifications. Military precision. You know the drill.”
Jennifer saluted. “Yes sir!” She put the ginger down on the small of Gael’s back, and kissed each of her ass cheeks, before spreading them. She looked at me. “Sir?”
“Yes. Lick her asshole.”
Jennifer complied and spread Gael’s ass and I enjoyed watching her long tongue delicately begin to explore her. “Oh, her butt is so lovely too!” She stared at her ass. “Oh…what a pretty little butthole you have…” She ran her tongue in gentle circles around her anus, and then gently began to insert a finger. Gael sighed with pleasure. “Yes, sir, I think she is ready.” She then, slowly and carefully began inserting the ginger in Gael’s ass, and as she did Gael bucked and moaned and wiggled her hips. Once it was all the way in, Jennifer kissed her ass and rubbed it with her hands. “Oh look sir, look how she is being punished.”
I took one of the candles from the wall, a candle made from turquoise colored paraffin wax, and walked over to inspect her work. “Very good, Jennifer. I have taught you well. Still, I think we need to add a bit of color.” I titled the candle and let a few drops of melted wax land on her back. Her whole body shook. I calmly walked to her front, pulled the panties from out of her mouth and she screamed.
“Oh god, please….” Her body struggled against the ropes and restraints. But she could not go anywhere.
I stood over her. “You have disappointed me Gael. This is part of your punishment. This is part of your training as my personal assistant. You will submit to me, or you will be discarded. Those are your only choices.”
I added more wax, each drop dripping down and along her sides. “Oh yes, that looks nice.” I did this a few more times until Gael’s back was covered with a stripes of turquoise wax. “Do you remember this Jennifer, when I had enough of your bitchiness. I remember you reacted quite well after you felt the hot melted wax on that sweet body of yours. I made you my slave after that, didn’t I? ” I wrapped my arm around her shoulder and kissed her.
“Yes, you did sir. I was such a bad girl when you first met me. And now look at me!” Again, there was that wicked little laugh of hers.
I walked around the table inspecting my work. Gael’s head was down sideways, her cheeks wet with tears. “In a few minutes, my dear, you will begin to truly understand why disappointing me is such a bad thing.” I turned to Jennifer. “Come here.”
“Yes, yes sir.”
Jennifer walked over to me, and we both stood in front of Gael. “You know what to do.”
“Oh yes, I do…I have been waiting.” Jennifer knelt down before me, unzipped my pants, and removed my now extremely hard penis. She wrapped her hand around the shaft and turned to Gael, whose eyes were watering up as the ginger was slowly taking its effect. “Look at this, Gael. Wouldn’t you like to enjoy this right now?” She gently kissed the head and then wrapped her lips around the whole thing before taking all of me in her mouth. I ran my hands through her long, full, blonde hair.
“Don’t forget my balls.”
“Oh no sir, I will not forget that delicacy.” She took both of them in her mouth.
I looked down at Gael. “You see, my dear, this is what you are missing right now.”
Jennifer turned sharply to Gael. Her eyes lit up. “Yeah, this is what you are missing, being such a nasty bitch like you are.” She then resumed licking the thick shaft of my penis. Her mouth work was exquisite, as it should be, having been taught by me now for many years on the different ways I enjoy being pleasured, and I was greatly enjoying her skills for quite a while. But I had more, much more in store for both of them this night.
“Stand up, Jennifer.”
“Yes sir!” Jennifer stood up. She was still dressed in her cream-colored silk robe and panties.
“Take those off.”
“Oh, I was wondering when this would happen. God, my panties are already so soaked.” She quickly complied, dropping the silk robe on the floor first, and then tossing her panties across the room, flicking them as if they were some kind of athletic item. She was now naked. I admired her beautiful little body. She was not as tall and lithe as Gael, who had the body of a model, a nice hourglass body yet still thin, but rather Jennifer had the body of a cheerleader, or even a gymnast, a bit more compact and athletic, full but still soft and curvaceous. As a true retro hippie chick, her bush was full and wonderfully blonde. I insisted however that she remained shaved in other places. I touched her, and she was soaked, and when I touched her she grabbed my hand and pushed it into her softness. I bent her over the table. She was facing Gael, close enough to kiss her.
“Do you know what he is about to do to me now, honey?” She gave her a soft kiss. “He is about to fuck me.”
Although both of them were now naked, I remained fully clothed, still wearing my oxford shirt and tie, still wearing my grey slacks, still buckled, with only my hard cock and full balls freed from the zipper. I wanted it that way, since this was still a business exercise, a training exercise for Gael, and I needed to remain in my proper business attire. Discipline must not be sacrificed for such degenerate carnal acts as we were engaging in. I was particular in that way.
“What do you want, Jennifer?”
“Fuck me, sir, please fuck me!”
And so I slowly began to enter Jennifer, filling her lovely blonde pussy with my extremely hard cock, filling her fully, and loving the feeling of delicious lips spreading as she took me inside her. She gasped, and I gave her another command, “Kiss her. Let her know.” And she did, moving her face closer to Gael, and in an almost shy way, touching her lips with hers, and as she kissed Gael, Gael returned the kiss, stretching her neck out a bit to meet her, and they both kissed, a lovely sight, a sight which only fueled my passion, and as I began fucking her harder she kissed Gael even more passionately. “Yes, Jennifer, I think you are right. I think Gael has indeed at some point in her life enjoyed playing with another girl. I am sure of it now.”
“Oh yes, sir, she does like girls.” Their kisses were hot and wet. “Trust me….she likes them almost as much as she likes getting fucked by this wonderful cock of yours…” She began to trail off, as she was now becoming lost in our sex. Gael was watching us, her eyes still watery, and the expression on her face was one of pain and pleasure, as now enough time had passed for the ginger to begin to take its wicked effects.
“Oh, it stings….burning…it really stings…”
I moved my cock in and out of Jennifer in a slow, firm and steady motion, who moaned and eyed Gael closely, between their kisses as their faces were inches apart. “Yes, it does sting, doesn’t it. You deserve this, don’t you?” She slapped her cheek.
Gael closed her eyes and grimaced. “Yes, I do deserve this…owwww….oh god….it stings so much….” She was moving her ass up and down as the pain increased, clenching it, trying to somehow mitigate what she was feeling. But there was no escape for her now. She was to be punished. She needed to learn her lesson.
“Oh look at her, sir…” Jennifer moaned as I fucked her, wiggling her ass into my cock in intense pleasure as Gael wiggled her ass in the stinging, intense pain of the ginger, “she is learning her lesson, the bitch…” She slapped her face again and then kissed her. “And she is learning it, sir, as your wonderful cock is fucking me.” I began pounding her even harder. “Oh I love getting fucked by you….thank you, sir…”
I pulled out of Jennifer. “Yes, I think she is beginning to truly learn her lesson. Now, go fuck her with your fingers….”
“Yes sir, she needs that…’’ Jennifer slowly moved behind Gael, and kissed her ass, and then massaged her thighs, and put two fingers inside of her.
Gael lifted her head, turned it in both directions, her eyes still closed, her mouth taut and showing her teeth, “Oh…sooo good…oh it stings…oh it is getting worse…burning…owww….yes…finger me, you fucking nasty whore…!”
Jennifer slapped her red ass. “Who’s the bitch now, cunt!”
I now stood before Gael, my hard cock covered with Jennifer’s sweet juices. “Suck it. Taste Jennifer on my cock.” And as my cock was close enough to her mouth, and as she lay there in a state of both dreamy delirium and painful ecstasy, she easily and eagerly complied. She took all of me in, as I could she was both in pain and pleasure, and while sucking me and taking me in and out of her mouth, licking me all over, in the midst of all this she grimaced from the ginger, at the same time smiling from the sensation of Jennifer’s fingers inside her. My cock was an only added treat for her in this cornucopia of various and exotic and contradictory sensations. “Do you like how Jennifer tastes?”
“Mm..hmm….” she muffled while sucking me. She then moved back, revealing my cock covered with her saliva. “I do like how she tastes….”
“Did you hear that Jennifer, she likes how you taste.”
Jennifer was busy fingering Gael. “Hell yeah, I know I taste so goddamn sweet!” She took her fingers out of Gael and licked them. “But she tastes pretty damn good too. Not as good as me though!” She laughed, and resumed fingering her.
Now, about twenty minutes after the ginger had first been inserted into Gael, the painful stinging would be reaching its climax. And I noticed this, as Gael returned to pleasuring me, engulfing my cock in her mouth, as if she needed something to distract her from the pain, and sooth her situation, but soon, as the pain reached its crescendo, she looked up at me, and released my cock and the tears were now beginning to flow down her face, and with my cock in front of her mouth, she cried out, “Oh sir, please….I don’t know how much more I can take, please…oh it really stings…I am so sorry…owwwww….it hurts….I know I have been bad…please sir….forgive me…ohhhh…please sir….owwww…it burns so….please make it stop…” Her head fell to the table and she began sobbing.
“Oh sir, look…maybe this is the moment.” Jennifer walked around to the front of the table, and stroked Gael’s hair and inserted her two fingers, covered with Gael’s nectar, inside her mouth. Gael gently sucked on them. “It will be alright, honey. Our master is stern but forgiving. Trust me. I know. I have been where you are now.”
I stood back from Gael. “Perhaps she has learned. Perhaps not. Perhaps I need to invite some of my associates here who will take turns with her. Perhaps she needs that.”
Jennifer kissed Gael on the cheek. “Yes, he might do that. He did that with me. I was such a hard case. I loved it though. God, I am such a fucking slut.” She laughed. Oh yes, that wicked laugh of her!
I walked behind Gael and started untying the ropes. “Perhaps she needs that. We will see. Or perhaps she just needs a nice finish now.” I untied her feet, but left her hands tied behind her, and I slid her body towards the smooth edge of the table. I then walked back to the front and grabbed Jennifer and lifted her by her thighs and she wrapped her athletic legs around me, her arms around my shoulders, and I entered her. We began fucking, my hands gripping the back of her thighs, her hips, and she screamed with gleeful and girlish delight.
“Oh, I love it when we do it this way!” I held her by her ass and the back of her thighs and moved her up and down over my cock, as she bounced up and down, panting and laughing and moaning at the same time. “Oh god, you are so strong!” She turned her head back towards Gael. “Have you guys done it this way yet?” She kissed me. “Have you?”
“Well, she is a bit taller than you, and this position is easier with a shorter girl…” I said as she engorged herself on my cock. “And now, it is her turn.”
“Of course, sir.” I lifted Jennifer off of me, and as I moved behind Gael she kissed her. She whispered in her ear. “I think he is going to fuck you now…how fun is that going to be!”
“Yes, Gael, I am going to fuck you now…and my cock is covered with Jennifer, and your juices will be mingled with Jennifer’s, and you two will soon be one inside of yourself, and all three of us will then be one as I fuck you with her juices all over my cock, and a bit of spice will be added to your already sweet tasting nectar.
Gael could barely mouth words in a coherent way. “Oh god sir…yes….please…oh, it still stings…owww….yes….”
I moved behind her, and I spread her legs, the ginger still in here ass, and I took her by her ankles and held them, and I entered her, not slow and gentle, but hard and fast with one violent thrust. “You need to learn, dear. And you will learn.”
“OHHH YESSS….!” Her scream filled the room. It was good that we were in an underground chamber, otherwise whatever neighbor was in a ten mile radius might have heard her.
My thrusts were in no way loving or romantic or gentle or caring, but deep and hard and aggressive and filled with anger and even violence. I was genuinely and extremely pissed off at her for disappointing me, and she must now learn the consequences, and she must now be broken once and for all, or leave my orbit forever. “You see, my dear, I have many ways of disciplining you. This is part of your training. You are NEVER to disappoint me again. NEVER. Do you understand?” I grabbed her bound hands and yanked her hard towards me. “DO YOU?”
“Yes, yes sir, I understand…I really do…oh god, punish me…yes, sir, I deserve this…fuck me harder…”
I slapped her bright red ass. “I have associates, dear, and like those Union soldiers 160 years ago who had their way with that poor, lonely wife, the wife they drove mad and drove her husband to take both their lives, and they will have their way with you…all I have to do is make one phone call and they will be here tomorrow…do you understand?”
“I do, sir…I do….”
“Do you want that?” I thrust inside her. “DO YOU?”
No, no sir…I only want you…”
I thrust again. Extremely violent. Each thrust slow, deliberate, disciplined, and powerful.
“And you will put that little bitch husband of yours in his little bitch place, won’t you.”
“Oh god…”
“WON’T YOU!” Another deep and pounding thrust. I yanked again on her hands. “ANSWER YOUR MASTER!”
“Yes…oh god fuck me….yes master…I will…I promise…”
I thrust inside her, but this time a little less violently. “I hope so Gael, because if you do disappoint me again, it will be the last time.” I held myself inside her. I wanted her to feel all my power, the power of my cock, the final instrument of her submission. The room was quiet. I could hear her soft whimpering cries. Jennifer stared at us intently. “But I do not want that. Because if that happens, you will meet my associates, once again here, and they will gang bang you, and that will be the final act of punishment for you, and then I will discard you. No one fucks my personal assistant except me. You will be on the street. Broke, divorced and destitute. I have that kind of power.” I slowly moved out of her, then pushed back in, hard and fast. She gasped again.
“Yes…oh please fuck me harder…yes…I do understand…”
“Oh look sir, she is crying. So sad!” Jennifer laughed. “The bitch deserves this.”
“Have you learned your lesson…?”
“I have sir, I have….oh god you feel so good…I have learned….”
I yanked again on her hands, pulling her towards me, and as her back buckled I grabbed her neck, wrapping my hand around it, squeezing, one powerful hand holding her by the rope, the other squeezing her neck, and I fucked her as hard as I could. Pounding and punishing and pleasuring her at the same time. The sweat was building beneath my shirt. Soon my shirt was soaked with it.
Jennifer walked over to me and grabbed my upper arms. She squeezed. “Oh my sir, I can see your biceps through this shirt. You are so fucking strong…your chest and back…damn…” She kissed me, running her hand along my chest, shoulders and back. “Mmmmm….God I love that…I love such strong man.” Gael was now completely silent, as her ability to speak had for the moment been completely fucked out of her. I let go of her hands and neck and let her fall back onto the table.
“What do you think Jennifer, has she learned?”
Jennifer walked back to her and stroked her hair, studying her face. She picked up her silk robe and wiped the sweat from her forehead. “Well, she is a tough case, but I would say she has learned. I don’t think she will be giving you any more problems.”
I slowed my pumping to a slow and steady pace. Gael now lay before me, motionless, utterly lost in a world and experience she had never had. All I could hear was her breathing, heavy and labored and that unique, moist sound of my cock going in and out of her. We were all quiet for a few minutes. I stopped for a moment, holding still inside her, watching her, studying her. “I think you might be right. And as your reward, Jennifer, for being a good girl tonight, I will give you the option of asking me where I should come.”
She did not hesitate. “Inside her, come inside her. Now. I want to taste…”
I bent down and whispered into Gael’s ear. “Did you hear that, Gael, I am going to cum inside you, and Jennifer is going to taste you when I do…”
Gael began to regain a bit of consciousness. “Oh yes, sir…yes….please do…”Her voice was barely a whisper.
“But first, there is one more thing Gael, one more thing I want to know.” I pulled her hair so that her face was close to mine. “Tell me, as I asked you before…tell me if you have ever played with another girl. I want to know. I want to know all your dirty little sexual secrets.” I resumed my vigor, and thrust deeply inside her.
“Oh yes…once…oh god it hurts so good…once in college…with my friend…we were drunk…”
“And did you enjoy it…” I yanked her hair again.
“Yes…I did…but I felt so ashamed after…I never told anyone…please fuck me harder…”
I thrust even harder. “Did you do everything?”
“We did it all…I liked it…oh god…your cock…I love your cock…
Jennifer laughed. “Oooo…what a little slut we have here!”
“Did you orgasm…” Another yank to her hair.
“Many times…”
Another powerful thrust. “Did you make her come?”
“Fuck yeah!”
And another thrust inside her and another yank of her hair. “Do you want me to cum inside you now?”
For a brief moment Gael recovered all her vigor. “OH FUCK YEAH! Come. Come in me.”
And with that I came inside of her, a huge load, and we both shuddered as I did, as the feeling of my hot cum filling her now completely submissive pussy was exquisite, delightful, and almost otherworldly. Spent, having drained myself inside of her, loving every moment of this lesson, our unique business session, her final training, her punishment, this discipline of her, my dominance over her, I bent over and kissed her back, and then as I straightened myself up I ran my hands down her, her back covered in sweat, the turquoise wax having know peeled off, her hair drenched in sweat, her legs quivering and her ass still stinging from the ginger. She was a beautiful sight.
I pulled out, and walked around to the front of the table, and motioned to Jennifer, who moved behind her. “Go ahead, my dear. You have my permission.”
“Oh, I love this part. It is the best!” She spread her legs, pulled her by the hips towards herself a bit, bent down and began licking her pussy, which was filled with my semen. I watched with a smile as she enjoyed herself. I could not see much, as her full head of blond hair covered most of the scene, but that only added to the erotic beauty. It was a certain type of lovely, forbidden mystery. She then stood up and put two fingers inside her, pulled them out, and licked the juices off them, like someone tasting honey from a honey pot. “Mmmmm…now that is good! Yummy.”
And as Jennifer was tasting and cleaning Gael from behind, I untied her hands and walked in front of her. She turned around on her back, even as Jennifer was still eating her, as clearly she needed to change her circulation, and I had no objections now, knowing that she needed a bit of freedom at this point, and she was looking up at me. I looked down at her, reminding her of my dominance, my hard cock right above her slightly opened lips. “You know what to do now. As you once said, a good personal assistant knows how to treat the big boss.”
She sighed an exhausted sigh. “Yes sir…I do.” And she reached up and gripped and cleaned my still hard cock, licking and sucking everything off, while Jennifer did the same to her vagina.
Once cleaned, I thought everything had been done. But I was made aware that there was still one more item to check off. Jennifer had not been satisfied. She walked over to me and grabbed my shoulders. “I am so turned on now, sir….please, I need to cum.”
“Oh yes, I almost forgot.”
“Can I, sir…?
“Yes. Now we will see how much she had learned. How obedient she will be.” I turned to Gael. “Now it is your turn to eat Jennifer. She pleasured you. Return the favor.”
“Yes, yes sir.” Gael looked up at me with her glassy eyes, still watery, as she was now a bit more alert, but barely.
Jennifer walked to the table, got on top of it, and straddled Gael’s face. Both were in a 69 position. Gael reached up and put her hands on Jennifer’s hips, and her lips touched Jennifer’s lips, sucking on them, her tongue now massaging them, finding her clitoris, while Jennifer ran her hands down Gael’s sides and along her thighs, her head buried between Gael’s thighs, while Gael was licking her, eating her, while she ate Gael. I could tell Gael had done this before with a girl, she seemed quite skilled, and perhaps was a natural, and that she enjoyed it. Given Jennifer’s nympho nature, it did not take long until she reached an intense orgasm. Her screams echoed through the old, brick room.
“I heard that the old Confederate wife screamed liked that, or so Union soldiers said. At least that was the story.” I laughed. Gael, for her part, had experienced so many new sensory pains and pleasures tonight, a cascading contradiction of danger and delight, that I doubt she would know at this moment what an orgasm was if she had one. It would take her a couple of days to recover from this.
Jennifer got off Gael. “Oh, that was so good.” She kissed me. I could taste Gael on her lips. “Thank you, sir, you are very generous.” She studied Gael. “Oh, can we put her on the cross next? I love that one!”
I ran my hand through Gael’s hair. “No. She has had enough. It is time for all of us to retire for tonight.”
Jennifer pouted. “Oh, but…” I gave her a sharp and stern look. The pout disappeared. “Yes sir. I know you are always right.”
Gael, lying on the table, breathing heavily, turned back over onto her stomach, her arms stretched out in front of her and hanging over the table, her body covered in sweat, her eyes closed and her hair totally disheveled. She was mouthing something incoherently, and when I ran my hands through her hair and gently kissed her on the cheek, I said. “So now, Gael, I think perhaps you have learned your lesson. I am not to be disappointed. Normally, I would terminate your position on the spot. But you see Gael,” I kissed her softly on her moist lips, “I have a soft spot for you, so I am going to give you a second chance.” I took the rider crop which was now on the floor and walked to the other end of the table and slapped her bright red ass with it. “But there will not be a third.” At this point she could no longer respond to the pain. She felt nothing. She had reached her limits of endurance. There was nowhere further to go. At least for tonight.
I picked up the bottle of Perrier, and put the opening towards her lips. She took a sip. “Thank you sir, thank you…” Her voice was barely audible, and she quickly passed out. I stood and admired her body on the table, the beauty of her form, and loveliness of the red marks on her white, smooth skin, her ass brightly red, the red streaks running across the back of her thighs. I removed the ginger from her ass and turned her over to admire her front, also made more lovely by the visible signs of my dominance over her, the reddened marks of my whip, signs of her punishment and her total submission to me. She was now lost in sleep.
“Let’s go, Jennifer. Get her up and we will go upstairs. It is time for bed.”
Jennifer did what she was told. After putting her panties and silk robe back on, she woke Gael, who gingerly got off the table, and the both of us took her in our arms and guided her out of the room and led her back upstairs, and then up to the upstairs bedroom where she collapsed on the bed and fell into a deep sleep, a sleep that lasted at least twelve hours. Jennifer and I enjoyed a small meal that she cooked for me, and then we also retired to bed, where all three of us slept a lovely and relaxing sleep. I did fuck Jennifer one more time that night though before we fell asleep. She was indeed an insatiable little nymphomaniac. Gael was lying beside us, oblivious to our mutual pleasure. I’m sure her dreams were very cathartic.
And that is what we did, we spent the next week, all three of us, in a small orgy of pleasure. We did not go back to the old, underground room. That was only used for special occasions, although Gael did enjoy more acts of submission and dominance, the final touches of her final training and taming. Jennifer and I both spanked and whipped her, bound her, gagged her, and fucked her, but this time in a more playful way, but without completely discarding the element of her punishment and submission to my total dominance, and in the comfort of a king size bed in the upper story bedroom, and we did all this amidst breakfast, lunch and dinner, as Gael and Jennifer both shared the duties of cooking and providing me with tasty, wonderful meals. I demanded that both of them wear nothing more than their underwear, and they both eagerly complied. At times they would play with each other, and on more than one occasion in moments of lighthearted fun I watched Gael spank Jennifer and Jennifer spank Gael for their own bratty behaviors. Girls. What can you do about them? Some elements of their nature are simply incorrigible. Oh yes, I do love them, despite all their difficulties. But Gael was learning.
One morning during breakfast, after she had recovered from her ordeal, and was now clearly a better trained employee of mine, Gael had a question. We were sitting at the kitchen table sipping our coffee while Jennifer was making us some bacon and eggs. The smell of the bacon was intoxicating. She did not mind the pain of hot bacon grease leaping out of the pan and stinging her half naked body. In fact, she liked it. She was quite the little freak.
“May I ask you a question sir? I am curious about something.”
“Yes, certainly my dear.”
“Well, you said you would discard me if I was gang banged. But what about Jennifer. She was gang banged. Why is she still here?” Jennifer slightly turned her head to listen.
“She is not a personal assistant of mine. She is just a little nympho I like to have fun with. Plus she is completely bat shit crazy.”
Jennifer burst out in laughter. “Ain’t that the case! Yeah, I’m fucking nuts. Totally.”
“It’s good to be self-aware, isn’t it, Gael.”
She touched my hand. “Yes, yes it is. Thank you, sir.”